Thanks to the Twat I was allowed to “go fishing” last weekend with a superb friend of mine of at least 8 years. We talked a lot, ate a lot and drank a lot, as you do. Getting away was a great relief from everything and I hope that I can do it again some time very soon.
The Twat, on the other hand, was responsible for my son having his arse signed by the female guitarist of The dIPLOMATS – the singer of which used to be Todd’s English teacher. I don’t doubt that his former teacher missed that.
Mmmmm.
Perhaps I should go fishing more often.
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I hope you didn’t catch anything ….
Congrats on your brief escape.
Uh, people sign arses now? Oof.
Glad to hear you were just out for some R&R…I was beginning to think you’d taken to hiding in the wellie with Hermann.
And tell Todd that sara needs photographic proof.
Good to have you back. If you go fishing again, will Todd get the other cheek signed?
You made an error there – substitute “able” for “allowed”. Since when did you need to ask permission?
It would be interesting to know how a teacher would sign someone’s arse.
“Could do better” perhaps?
Did she give him a gold star as well?
How’s the hangover?
Huh??
Will Todd bathe now?